The cocky jock waiting for a pitcher.

I glance up and down the bar and finally settle on the cocky jock who keeps looking at women like he could fuck them...if they begged and pleaded until they were in tears.

If nothing else, I figure it'll be a good fun challenge.

I walk over, putting as much swing in my hips and bounce in my step as I can, hoping my breasts will jiggle and jump enough he won't notice my other less flattering curves.

Right up next to him, and I lean into the high bar; leans over it enough that my breasts start to surge and roll towards the front of my dress.

I smile and look up out the corner of my eye, but he's looking at this little hundred pound bitch who probably can't keep her lunch down.

"Getting a drink's just about impossible around here," I say to no one and the jock all at the same time.

Finally his eyes leave the little tiny thing's ass and slide down my body, taking their time to judge and evaluate every little curve until he finally says, "Bet a cow like you can really throw back too."